I can sense your touch. It is warm an reassuring. Like a the feeling of a loving hand holding part of my soul inside my body.
I can feel you, but I have no idea what to tell you.
Care to just sit with me and enjoy eachothers company?
I can feel your hand moving about my body. The warmth inside is shifting from my leg, over my back to my shoulder. Sometimes it lingers, like you want to convince me it is really. Not just some figment of my imagination.
Sometimes it is faint, sometime more intense, but it is there. When it is gone I sometimes doubt it was ever there, but when I feel you, I know you it to be real.
Everytime, the feeling leaves me, I wonder if it were just an illusion. Everytime your sensation returns I know I was wrong to doubt.
Try calling me delusional, but I know the feeling, as I know own inner voice. I know when you're there, even if I don't always have words to give you conversation.
Until I figure out, once and for all how it all works, and I see your touch the same time I feel it, my doubts will return
